Fatima waits

in a dark doorway

for the English boy to come

what she wants

she is not quite sure

maybe some dancing

no drinking of course

no touching

maybe some excitement

she has never had before

maybe a hand held goodnight

eyes looking into each other

searching for some future

maybe more

but he is late

she hears a clock chime

decides to leave

better luck in choices next time

& what she missed

in the shadow spanish corner

next street over

her brothers holding him back

until they hear her feet

sadly

returning home

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